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emo--chanel · 1 year

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natashaslesbian · 8 months

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Daddy

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: y/n has questions about the identity of her father. Natasha has to face the conversation she has dreaded since the day you were born

Word Count: 1100

Pairings (Mama Natasha x Kid!Reader)

Angst/fluff I guess

Warnings: Red Room mentions

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It was a slow morning at the tower, rain pattered against the window as the team gathered in the common room for snacks and a movie. Your little brain could hardly focus on the film, specially picked out for you. You fiddled with the curly strands of your mamas red hair as she turns her full attention to her little girl “are you ok tiny dancer?” You forced a smile and nodded. Natasha was worried about how quiet you had been today, she reached out for your forehead and checked for a fever, nothing “why don’t we go and find widow bear?” Your mommy suggested “okay” you said as you wrapped yourself around her muscular frame.

Natasha sat you down on your pink duvet and passed you the fluffy brown teddy bear “now then angel” your mama said “are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” You pondered for a moment before mumbling out some incoherent words “what was that baby? Can you speak up?” Natasha said she pushed the hair from your face “daddy” you whispered. Your mommy’s heart dropped, she had dreaded the day you would start to question the identity of your father. “What” she spat out “well” you began “Morgan has uncle Tony and Nate has uncle Clint, they both have mommies and daddies, and in stories the princesses have a daddy sometimes” you lowered your focus to widow bear and traced the outline of the hourglass on the mini black widow suit.

Natasha had imagined this conversation a thousand times in her head. She’d practiced her lines in the mirror, but nothing could prepare her for the look in your searching y/e/c eyes. She wandered your bedroom for a few minuets until she came to her knees in front of you. “Y/n baby” your mama said she cupped your cheeks “my darling you’re still so little, so young, there are some things you just won’t understand yet” she didn’t want to lie or patronise you, but she also couldn’t bare the thought of you knowing the truth “I can be grown up mommy” you said, a small tear escaping Natasha’s eyes. “I know you can sweetheart and I know you have questions…about your dad. You see the thing is y/n/n, your dad, your daddy, he um.. well he died.. he passed away when you were a baby”

You hadn’t quite wrapped your head around the idea of death yet, but you understood enough that ‘passed away’ meant he was gone and would never be coming back. “Was he sick?” You asked your mommy “he was” Natasha said “he was very sick, but a different kind of sick to when you get a cold, or when you had the flu. Your dad was a bad man y/n” “why?” You questioned “he hurt people” “did he hurt you mama?” Natasha was frozen still, she wasn’t willing to let you carry the same hurt as her “he did” she said “what did he do?” You innocently asked “it’s nothing you need to worry about, I’m ok now and I have you, and he’s gone. He’s not gonna hurt you, no one ever will as long as I’m here” Natasha lent forwards and gave your forehead a small peck.

“Will I ever have a daddy?” You asked “do you want one?” Natasha said “not if they a bad man an if they hurts us” your mommy took your little hands in hers “no one will hurt you or me, I promise, the bad man’s gone” she said “but are there still bad man, other bad people?” “There are” Natasha said “but mommy will protect you from them. Always” you still had so many questions, and your little brain was so loud “what was his name?” You asked, your mama took a deep breath “Dreykov” you knew that name, you’d heard it before.

You thought and scrambled through your mind until you put the pieces together “he’s the man from your bad dreams” Natasha was stuck, she was confused, she was scared “wha-what do you mean baby?” She said quietly “when you have bad dreams and you cry and scream, you say his name, Dreykov. Then when you wake up you say ‘fuck off Dreykov’ “ Natasha was too consumed in her thoughts to notice that you just said your first curse, at 6 years old. She was embarrassed she had let you see her like that, she was supposed to be strong for you “don’t cry mommy” you said as you wiped away the tear that had crept down her cheek “I’m sorry” she said “why?” You frowned “I- I should’ve… I shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have had to see that y/n/n, I’m supposed to be brave for you, there-there’s nothing to be scared of” Natasha said as she held your face in her hands “but, it’s ok to be scared mommy, remember, you told me it’s okay to be scared and that sometimes you don’t have to be brave, you can be sad”

Your mommy broke right in front of your eyes, she couldn’t keep it in anymore. Here the two of you were, the roles completely reversed. She had never been so vulnerable her whole life. You climbed down off the bed and into your mamas embrace, she held you tightly. “I’m so sorry y/n, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna be ok I promise” she sobbed “I love you mommy” “I love you too tiny dancer, so much” when you pulled away, you reached for widow bear and passed him to Natasha “widow bear always makes me feel better” you said “thank you baby” she giggled as she cuddled the bear.

“You should definitely tell Dreykov to fuck off if he makes you feel bad mommy” Natasha gasped “Y/N!” She exclaimed, you just laughed, so did your mama eventually “yeah, fuck off Dreykov” she said as she lifted you both up from the floor. She would have some words with you tomorrow about your language, but for now, Natasha just wanted to have you in her arms, to hold you safe and sound. Maybe one day she would tell you more but she felt the biggest weight lift from her chest after your conversation. You were right, she didn’t have to always be strong, no one does.

The two of you curled up in Natasha’s bed that night with warm blankets and fluffy socks. You watched movies until you fell asleep, your mommy’s arms wrapped snug around your waist. Soft snores echoed into the bedroom as you both dreamt sweetly of each other.

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-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x little!reader #tiny dancer #series

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naeella · 1 year

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Fort with two of his party 🌸

#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD 5e #my art #fort #yolo #ocs #Tiny Dancer #Sorcerer #Barbarian #Bard #knight #flowers #watercolour

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biophilianutrition · 24 days

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Form & Fitness

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imyoursiren · 1 month

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What my day looked like with the ballet girlies <3

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fortunaestalta · 3 months

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#artists on tumblr #ai artwork #base from photo of ceramic Spanish dancer #tiny dancer #ballet

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catsofyore · 1 year

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Tiny dancer! Photo from my collection, no additional info.

#tiny dancer #cat #cats #history #history cats #catsofyore #tabby #catdance

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wolfpup70 · 2 months

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Sunday Fun Day

Tiny Dancer

#wolfpup70 2024 #sunday fun day #dance #dancer #ballerina #tiny dancer

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edobebop · 10 months

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nektek fotóztam, kedves tunbli

#tiny dancer

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laladventures · 7 months

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Tiny dancers 🩰

#final fantasy xiv #gpose #lalafell #dancer FFXIV #tiny dancer

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velvet4510 · 1 month

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#elton john #1970s music #1980s music #1990s music #music poll #can you feel the love tonight #don’t go breaking my heart #your song #tiny dancer #rocket man #pop music

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natashaslesbian · 10 months

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Lullaby

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: Natasha sings you a lullaby

Word Count: 340

Parings: Mom Nat x Daughter Reader

Fluff fluff fluff

No warnings for this one

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A gentle tune she hummed “Blue-jean baby, LA lady. Seamstress for the band” your mommy lightly scratched the base of your neck as she cradled you in her arms “Pretty-eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man” the two of you desperately needed this time. Natasha had been away on a 2 week long mission, it was extremely hard on you “ballerina, you must’ve seen her” although she’d been back for a few days, this felt like the first time you truly had your mama back “and now she’s with me, always in me” Natasha settled on the rocking chair, you tightly swaddled in her arms “tiny dancer in my hand”

The next five verses passed bye, your favourite part of the song approaching “hold me closer tiny dancer” you joined in, singing with your sleepy voice, Natasha’s smile was beaming. She lent down to brush her nose against yours “count the headlights on the highway” soft hands were gently intertwined with yours, you held your mommy tightly afraid she would leave again “lay me down in sheets of linen” she drew you closer to her chest, a silent promise that she wasn’t leaving again “you had a busy day today” you fell a beat behind, not quite sure of the words.

Skipping ahead to her favourite part, Natasha wrapped you up snug in the duvet “but oh how it feels so real” she sang as she climbed into bed with you, you had spent the last 3 nights in your mamas bed wanting to be with her every second “lying here, with no one near” you rolled into her as she laid her head on the pillow “only you, and you can hear me” you giggled as she whispered into your ear “when I say softly, slowly” the two of you fell into darkness as Natasha switched of the bedside light “hold me closer tiny dancer” she spoke, a tear escaping her eyes, she needed to feel you as much as you did her “I’ll hold you closest mama”

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Kinda an origin story of the nickname and series name Tiny Dancer

-Astara🩷

#natasha romanoff #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x little!reader #nat x reader #black widow #marvel #avengers #marvel fic #tiny dancer #Spotify

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archivist-crow · 4 months

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Elton John on composing “Tiny Dancer” (1970)

#elton john #music #tiny dancer

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biophilianutrition · 1 month

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Ballet Core

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junksterrr · 7 months

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#welcome to my crib #tiny dancer #joey walker #lucas harwood #stu mackenzie #kgatlw #king gizzard and the lizard wizard #the silver cord #tumblr stop eating my gif

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irides-cent · 1 year

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I figured out what I want to be when I grow up-

The kind of woman that all the 70s-80s artists sing about. (Stairway To Heaven, Mrs. Robinson, Layla, Tiny Dancer, She's Always A Woman, Come On Eileen, etc etc etc)

She seems cool.

#dad rock #70s music #80s rock #led zeppelin #elton john #billy joel #simon and garfunkel #come on eileen #stairway to heaven #tiny dancer #music

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